CHAPTER 16She seemed scarcely aware of me. Her whole racked soul was concentrated on the dismayed girl beside me.
“Mademoiselle!”
Her voice was an urgent desperate sibilant.
“I need money. You will give it to me. I will not say what I know; I will go back to France.—Five hundred dollars is all I want, mademoiselle, to go back to France!”
She gripped her writhing hands together, her eyes suddenly scalded with tears.
Jennifer’s face was pale. “I haven’t got it, Felice,” she said quickly. “I’d give it to you if I had it…oh, believe me, I would!”
The Frenchwoman recoiled like a terrible dark flame, her thin face working violently, her eyes blazing into Jennifer’s.
“Mademoiselle…you do not understand! I will tell them everything! It was you who stole the letters! It is you he is in love
